himself outside, without a hat, walking-stick or say money, or anything
that he usually took when he went out; leaving his second breakfast
half-finished and quite unwashed-up, pushing his keys into Gandalfs
hands, and running as fast as his furry feet could carry him down the
lane, past the great Mill, across The Water, and then on for a whole
mile or more. Very puffed he was, when he got to Bywater just on the